Effie/President Snow
Effie looked at the young faces in the crowd, surveying the dead, tired eyes and restless children. She cringed on the inside, not quite approving of the torture but at the same time enjoying the Hunger Games every year. She listened as the enchanting propaganda video played, the music coming in and the strong, sexy male voice chiming across the crowd. It was the voice of President Snow when he was younger, or as she liked to call him, Cory, short for Coriolanus. "I just love that," she whispered almost to herself as the voice ended. It was always exciting for her to listen to the video in every district.
*One Month Later*
Effie stepped towards the towering building, its curving white columns stretching into the sky. She took a huge gulp and knocked on the tall doors made of mahogany. She shivered with anticipation and appreciation of the doors. The intercom buzzed sharply and she swiveled to stare at the little box. A crackling voice came from the speakers. "Please, uh, come in, my dear Effie," he said haltingly. She opened the doors and stepped into the massive house. Coriolanus Snow drifted down the marble staircase to meet her. They hugged, and Effie wiped away a tear of joy from seeing him. He smirked. They sat on the couch and had tea. Then they pooped and called it a day.
The End